Friday, June 19, 2009

Smoking in the Dark

Fading awaya cigarette ash falls,shaped like a starfalling because it mustglowing & floating in the airlike a little g-d,teasing, taming the moment's tone.Blood rushes to the end of your handas you smack the universe blind.A thousand wasted daysOne hundred demons2 secondsOne million starsand ashes fall shaped like starsFalling and floating like stars -burning outand dampening the lightSuffer, the stars are beamingSuffer the nightGlow like an emberor an alter of candlesBreath even lessand put it outlike a g-d.

Trust me Steve, there's something brilliant in what you do, I just haven't figured it out yet. Maybe you're a blogging savant, or an autistic blogger *shrugs* - one day I'll rub a lamp and figure it out.